Long Moyan finally regained his senses and stepped forward; he intentionally blocked her way. "Xijiu, it is rare to meet you. Shall we go and have a drink?" It was common courtesy for old friends to have tea together after a long time apart. However, Gu Xijiu was not in the mood, so she waved her hand to kindly reject. "I am sorry; I have an urgent matter to attend to. We will gather again in the future."

"Xijiu, wait. I have something to say to you about Celestial Master Zuo." That stopped Gu Xijiu dead in her tracks.

Her heart jumped as she turned to face Long Moyan. "What about him?"

Long Moyan sighed. "This is not a suitable place to tell you. Let's find a place to talk, shall we?"

Before Gu Xijiu could answer, Long Moyan interrupted, "Don't worry. It won't take too much of your time; one hour is enough."

After all, Gu Xijiu had been stuck in the temple here for so long. She had not heard any news about Di Fuyi lately, so she had no idea where to look for him. Now that Long Moyan had some information, she wished to hear it.

It was only an hour, thus, she nodded. "All right!"

Long Moyan was relieved, and he led the way. "Let's go!" He then turned and walked toward the mountains.

Gu Xijiu was surprised. "Where do you want to take me?"

"That's my home."

Gu Xijiu frowned at his response. "You have settled down here?"

Long Moyan said with a smile, "Just recently. It could be a temporary thing but I like the scenery here."

This count had always liked to travel the world. He was known for changing his home several times based on his mood. Gu Xijiu had heard about him, so she did not feel that anything was out of the ordinary.

...

Long Moyan's residence was a bamboo house.

It was built in the middle of the mountain. Coincidentally it was only three or four miles away from Gu Xijiu's temple.

The surrounding area was full of bamboo forests. When the wind blew in the mountains, the bamboo leaves creaked and created some soft music. There were some herbs planted around the fences of the bamboo house. There were banana trees present as well, and several farm tools were placed against the wall of the house. The scenery was splendid!

Long Moyan stood in front of the bamboo house in a green robe. It was indeed a picturesque sight.

"Xijiu, this is where I live. Do you like it?"

Gu Xijiu looked at him, and then looked at the surrounding environment. She nodded in response, "It looks quite harmonious."

Although the place looked great, it made Gu Xijiu reflect on her past in an odd way. When she was an a.s.sa.s.sin, she thought of living in seclusion, and her dream residence was quite similar to this. By right, she should like this place very much. But at this moment, when she really stood here, she did not have any feelings at all. She did not hate it but did not like it either, thus she just merely gave a generic response.

Long Moyan tried to pry. "Is it your dream home?"

Gu Xijiu raised her eyebrows; she half-heartedly and half-jokingly said, "Mr. Long, this is your home, not mine. It is not important whether I like it or not." What did his house have to do with her?

Long Moyan looked down. "I did hope you would like it…"